A theoretical outlook on a typical day of my Twitter…
-Looked for a job, couldn’t find one.
-I’m broke.
-I’m hungry.
-I’m playing ZSNES in the year 2009, how sad is that? (ie my missing XBox/XBox features tweet)
-I want McDonalds.
Repeat, 365 days of the year, 52 weeks of the year. That’d be my Twitter existence. TIGHT! Twitter doesn’t accomodate the people that don’t have interesting lives. So you can count me out!
You know how many people said that they’d never have a facebook/myspace account, or a blog? You remember how many people said they’d never own a cell-phone, like, 10 years ago?
Blogging and shit at least has a point to it, to me. It has some sort of appeal or purpose, twitter is just… I can’t even describe how much I hate twitter and the concept of twitter. That collegehumor video of “real life twitter” sums it up relatively well. It’s like a concentrated version of the worst parts of all social networking sites with the status updates and shit. I just plain don’t give a fuck that you are doing this or don’t like that, and the fact that it’s mobile? Hell no, hell fucking no. Not interested. You have a point, but I am serious about not hopping on this bullshit. It doesn’t help that it’s called “twitter” and that you “tweet” things. I am just not gay enough to tweet, hon’.
My job wants me to get a twitter. So I can read our work’s twitter page because each day we have a twitter special that people only get if they read it on twitter. I’m like nope. Just write it on a fucking sticky note and stick it to the register, I’m not fucking making a twitter.